Freedom Arms | Saturday

[notgetkilled]

Bellamy couldn't sit still today. He got these restless feelings sometimes, feelings where he thought if he didn't move, he'd come apart at the seams. His mind was heavy, laden with thoughts of Octavia and their mother, thoughts of how he'd failed them by being here.

He stomped around the store, pushing inventory roughly onto the shelves and trying to keep busy so he didn't go out and try and find someone to punch.

[Open, no OCD]

Groovy Tunes, Saturday

[furnaceface]

Right, so, Jono had brought the cat to work today. It had been a while since Joni had come along with him on a day trip to the Groovy Tunes, after all, and sometimes he felt like it was his solemn duty to take pity on Hannibal's old cat by getting Joni out of his fur for a while.

Of course, the moment he set her down, she was off like a tiny black-and-white rocket, trying to get into everything. This was what happened when he left her at home more often than not, apparently.

So, the Groovy Tunes was open today, even if the owner was busy for most of it trying to coerce the tiny cat into one of the empty boxes he'd pulled out from the back room, rather than trying to turn the CD racks into her own personal jungle gym.

[OOC: Open, but I have nooo idea if I'm going to be around for most of today, so SP warning is in effect for this one.]